my broken heart will take time to heal, but the bleeding out of all I feel isn't numbing me out I still feel emptier as the pints pour down.

These dirty heels from pacing the floor not knowing how to be alone anymore,

because I keep cycling the same ordeal.

If you hadn't been so perfect in so many aspects the kind of lover and friend I'd want to share the rest of my time with.

but the carved out space where you set up your home inside my chest, is a tunnel now echoing winds because it remains vacant.

my broken heart may never heal and I don't want anything else but what I had there.

instigated thoughts drawn up by observations that led me think that something wasn't okay and alas the possibilities that I feared are the same conclusions find to be very real.

I put hands over my eyes push my palms against my face until I see the yellow light.

Like sun rays I sit and soak it in, but when I withdraw my hands the yellow haze fades into the dim grays where I lay, one kick in my chest this heart it beats within my breasts but I'm not feeling the joy I felt long before.

And this whole loss of relations had left me sad and sore I don't long for love anymore..

any more.